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A runner's legs. The person is jogging alone down a tree-lined street.

Oh, it’s about sports, is it?

Nope, it’s not. It’s about constraining transgender lives. I don’t judge sports. I don’t pretend to. But I can detect when someone alleges injury and proposes a false remedy to delegitimize a group of people.

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closeup of ox in a field, looking up its nostrils

What Rude Magic Is This (A Poem)

With the background of how I wrote it. I didn’t know what to do with three poems I lost and half-forgot. Now I hear Jacob’s epiphany as a kind of rude magic. The poems come back to me.

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